It was a sunny day outside, except no one was laughing. Kids weren't running around like they used to or even smiling. Everyone stood still, not making a move. Some even held their breath, afraid that if somehow, He could hear it, they'd be killed right on the spot. Guards were everywhere, waiting to strike anyone that tries to escape.

He minced towards the front where everyone could see him while keeping his eyes on his people, challenging them. Daring them to try and go up against him, but none of them did. They were too afraid.

Their breath became raspy once he stopped.

On his left, two females and three males were on their knees; all bruised with nasty scars. All of them had their hands tied behind their back. Most of them had lost a leg, hand, and an ear, while some only had their faces all bruised up; making it hard to decipher who they were.

Each of them had a male guard behind them.

Each time the sound of his boots met the ground when he walked towards the five who were on their knees, the people began to huddle together; afraid that their king might snap out of nowhere.

He chuckled darkly when he noticed how afraid they were, exposing his large shiny canines. He dragged his tongue across his top teeth with satisfaction when he saw one of the women holding tight onto her five-year-old son as she tried to cover his eyes whenever he tried to take a peek at Him.

"I have all of you gathered here for a purpose." His deep loud voice echoes throughout the woods, causing the birds to chirp and fly away.

He hadn't even finished his sentence yet, but woman began to cry while their husbands comforted their wives. Kids stayed closed to their mother, hiding behind them but sticking their head out, curious at what he was about to do.

"Why so scared?" He asked in a taunting voice, slowly walking behind one of the females that was on her knees. The blood from her nose kept oozing down, non-stop. "I haven't even told you the purpose for this gathering, yet."

He grabbed the woman's hair from behind, bending her neck backwards until his eyes met her unrecognizable face. "My, my. Don't you look beautiful, Gretcha?"

He lets go of her hair, but not before swinging her head to the front; Gretcha's head effortlessly rolls to the side.

"This," he began to say, pointing to the five people. "Is what happens when you betray me, Your King. Your Ruler, Your Protector." He growls, his eyes instantly glowing, turning into a bright orange colour.

"P-p-please! S-p-are m-me, my king!" One of the men who was legless began to beg, bowing so low that his head collided with the grass in a hard motion.

"Spare you?" He tilts his head back and lets out a loud laugh while clapping his hands, amused at his response. "You didn't think I wouldn't find out, did you? You secretly leaked important information to the Vampire Clan, causing six of my most loyal warriors to die. And you expect me to spare you?"

The air began to grow heavier as their king began to grow angrier. All of the crowd bowed their head, tilting their necks to the side, showing their submission and loyalty to their king.

"I want all of you to watch, even your kids. Those who refused will have their eyes ripped out. Elites!" He called out.

Five strong and muscular men appeared in front of their king, bowing. They were all shirtless; the only thing they wore were shorts.

"Kill them as painful as possible. Guards, anyone who closes their eyes, rip their eyeballs out except the children."

"Yes, my king." All the guards said.

Some of the crowd members began to bite their bottom lip, trying hard to suppress their scream to the point that it started bleeding. Most men didn't care to look away, they watched and focused their attention on the five elites who began to stalk towards the five betrayers. Each of them standing behind them.

Two of the men who were tied began to transform into their werewolf forms, but it was too late. The two warriors began to rip their legs from their body as slowly as possible, making them feel the same pain that their warriors had felt. Even they were pissed at their betrayers. They were angry for losing their brothers. The rest began to do the same.

The betrayers began to cry out in agony as the warriors tormented them slowly. Taking their limbs off, one by one until they were legless and armless. Some began to puke, not being able to reframe themselves. Others tried so hard to look away, but they couldn't. The people could feel the guards intense stare on them. Some children cried, clinging tight to their mother and father while other kids were astonished and eyes full of pride, supporting their king.

Rip! Rip! Rip! Rip!

Four heads were ripped of from their bodies, blood splattered everywhere on the ground, especially the warriors' body, but they didn't care. A kill for a kill satisfied them, filling their hunger that they had been holding onto for days. The only person left was Gretcha's.

She was His kill.

He stood behind her but looked into the eyes of his people. "This is what will happen when you betray me."

One hand cupped her bottom chin while the other tightly grasped her forehead. He twisted in a slow manner, causing Gretcha to let out an agonized moan. Her head loosely falls to the side, along with her body, but he wasn't done. With one last look, he used all his strength tearing her head apart from her body. He grabbed Gretcha's head by her hair and raised it up high in front of his people.

"Who am I?" He asked in an apathetic tone, showing no care for her head as the blood kept dripping down to the ground.

"King Macrinus!" The crowd screams out.

"Let this be a lesson," was all Macrinus said before throwing the head to the side anddeparting.